Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.